Posts by Micah.

Check out this announcement about new leadership limits in Agrelos

    Oh, yes, absolutely! That'd be especially interesting, since Bridalveil currently harbors someone who attempted to takeover ToUS recently. :0

    Should they have a thread?

    The Sundran Jungle: hot, dense, humid, and almost too green. It was beautiful, though, and Micah admired it while still being grateful he did not live here as he settled on the border. His own home - the beautiful Bound Meadow, with its day-stars, its heaps of wildflowers whose scent clung to his coat, the many crisscrossing streams - was more than enough for him. After a beat, the Herald spoke, his voice clear and polite. "Hello? Anyone around? My name is Micah - I'm from the Tribe, here to invite you all to an informative seminar about the Luxum faith. It's being held on neutral ground, so as to ensure there will be no political disputes and so forth. We'd be happy to have you, if you'd like to learn something new."


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    Micah did not especially like or trust the people who resided here - so far as he knew, they were chiefly concerned with selling drugs and weapons, which was not in line with his personal, political, or religious beliefs - but they had never done any harm to he or his home, and so he had no reason to exclude them or treat them as less than. Thus the tuxedo tom was present, approaching the fringe of the Cartel's territory on cautious feet, his brow creasing between his two deep amber eyes. "Hello? Anyone around? My name is Micah - I'm from the Tribe, here to invite you all to an informative seminar about the Luxum faith. It's being held on neutral ground, so as to ensure there will be no political disputes and so forth. We'd be happy to have you, if you'd like to learn something new." his voice was soft and clear, and the scents of roses, lavender, lilac, and hydrangeas drifted from his coat.


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    This was a small announcement, but he supposed it was for the best, even if he was loathe to disrupt his Tribemates' day with something trifling. "Folks, if I could have your attention for a brief moment?" the bicolor tom called, hopping onto a smooth stone near the duck pond. One of the pond's inhabitants whipped its head around and quacked disparagingly at him. Micah chortled at it before continuing. "I just wanted to let everyone know that I'm hosting an informative seminar about the Luxum faith at the Yawning Grotto. Most groups have been invited, which is why it's being held on neutral ground. If anyone's interested, feel free to attend - just be civil, and be careful. Thanks. That's all."


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    This group ... was not really a group, at least not in his opinon, not one with history on Earth, not one whose members he had ever met or whose name he had heard spoken of favorably. Nevertheless, he knew they existed and that this was their approximate location, and while he was reluctant to put himself in the hands of rogues, this hesitancy was insufficient to overpower his interest in delivering his invitation. Thus Micah was there, guardedly treading towards the Iron Hull's land, his gold eyes glinting with equal parts uncertainty and caution. "Hello? Anyone around? My name is Micah - I'm from the Tribe, here to invite you all to an informative seminar about the Luxum faith. It's being held on neutral ground, so as to ensure there will be no political disputes and so forth. We'd be happy to have you, if you'd like to learn something new."


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    Had he ever been here? He was not sure, but it was a natural decision to come here after stopping by the Painted Brigade. North Delos was sparsely populated compared to Orcadia, and given that he would not be venturing to the Exiles, he supposed he'd make his trip here worth his while. The bicolor tom sat down on the soft grass and smoothed a tuft of fur on his white-splashed chest, waiting a moment to allow his breath to return to him and his words come to his lips. Then Micah spoke, his amber eyes gleaming interestedly and his fur smelling of wildflowers.


    "Hello? Anyone around? My name is Micah; I'm from the Tribe, and I'm here to invite you all to an informative seminar about the Luxum faith. It's being held on neutral ground, so as to ensure there will be no political disputes and so forth. We'd love to have you, if you'd like to learn something new."


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    Micah was only vaguely aware that there had been some recent changes here, but that didn't really matter. He was just here to drop off an invitation, after all. The bicolor tomcat teleported lightly to the border and then sat down, winding his inky tail about his snow-colored paws. He paused for a moment to allow his thoughts to organize themselves, and then spoke, confident that his gentle, clear voice and floral scent would draw Brigadiers over. "Hello? My name is Micah, from the Tribe, here to invite you to an informative seminar about the Luxum faith. It's being held on neutral ground, so as to ensure there will be no political disputes and so forth. We'd be glad to have you, if you'd like to learn something new."


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    The Herald was glad to be back on the border of the Clan he used to lead. Things were looking good: approving golden eyes roamed over the familiar silhouette of Mt. Kodiak and the bucolic village huddled at its flank before Micah spoke, his voice light and his bicolor coat redolent of roses and lavender and hyacinths and lilacs. "Howdy all; it's Micah, from the Tribe, here to invite you folks to an informative seminar about the Luxum faith. It's being held on neutral ground, so as to ensure there will be no political disputes and so forth. We'd love to have you, if you'd like to learn something new."


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    Micah held no fondness for this desert in his heart. It had none of the unusual appeal of the Sanguine Ruins' coldness, and was thus little more than a hot, barren expanse. His black-and-white coat greedily soaked up the sunlight as he teleported to the border, and he unhappily levitated a nearby dried-out palm frond to provide him with at least a modicum of shade. Narrowing gold eyes against the overly bright environment, the Herald called out, certain his voice and his wildflower-like scent would draw Solarians over. "Tribe leader here. I just wanted to invite you all to an informative seminar on the Luxum faith and its beliefs, and so on. It's being held on neutral ground, so as to ensure there is no conflict. Please do attend if you're interested in learning something new."


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    Somehow he was not optimistic that this would be received well, but - well, it was worth a try. She was worth a try. The tuxedo tomcat teleported to the edge of the corpse-littered border of the Sanguine Ruins, his golden eyes infused with a prim sort of dislike, but he did his best to keep his attention on the cold sands before him, anticipating someone's arrival, whether because of his intensely floral scent or because of his voice, which shortly rolled from his white-splashed chest. "My name is Micah and I'm from the Tribe, here to invite you to an informational seminar about the Luxum religion and the Spirit its adherents worship. The seminar is being held on neutral ground so that there will be no ... unpleasantness. I hope to see some of you there, should you wish to attend and learn something new."


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    There was holiness in the very ground of this place. Micah could feel it as he slowly, reverently, approached the Yawning Grotto, his white-splashed paws trembling with awe. He could feel the power of Her thrumming in the air, could feel Her calling to his heart. The tuxedo tom paused as he felt cool stone against his paw-pads and saw the remnants of offerings left by previous pilgrims. Awestruck, closing his gold eyes against the impossible beauty and sanctity of this space, the Herald laid the massive rose bouquet he was carrying on the cave-floor. He murmured a soft prayer before stepping back with trembling feet. He had a job to do - he was not here only to praise Her, though he knew that he would fall into worship as soon as the crowd had dispersed - if anyone showed up, anyways.


    Micah took in a deep breath and sat down, his back to the cave opening, his amber gaze on the gradual rocky slope descending below him. Then he waited, his ears pinned back against his head, his forelegs placed precisely before him. Give me the courage to bring more of Your charges to You, my Lady.

    Howdy! I'm looking for some plots for my man Micah here. :3c


    - Current leader of the Tribe of Unbounded Sky

    - Immortal, though he isn't really aware of that

    - Devout Luxan and practicing priest

    - Father of Signe, grandfather of Stormkit

    - Domestic cat currently, though has body-shifting capabilities

    - Kind, nature-loving, paranoid, intelligent, protective, watchful


    He's open to all manner of plots, excepting death/capture/injury and takeovers of his Tribe. I'm particularly interested in love plots for him - he's bisexual and currently has a few small crushes, but is very open to romance of any kind.


    Antoinette was a very unique individual. She intrigued Micah greatly, and he found himself developing an almost fatherly interest in her. She also concerned him - her unusually proper and upright demeanor seemed to speak to an extremely difficult backstory - though perhaps it was just his own paranoia. Some people simply have their quirks. It did not mean it was borne out of trauma, not necessarily. He tried to remember this as he approached the Stargazer, clearing his throat to avoid startling her as he had startled Gray. "How's the water?" the Herald asked in a low voice, unsure if she was in the stream for pleasure or for fishing - either way, he kept his movements slow and his words soft, so as not to scare off the fish.

    "Of course we'll have you." Micah's voice was exuberant and considerably more expressive than Toni's, though the girl's monotone demeanor was hardly her fault. The tuxedo tom came striding over the meadows, a chaos of wildflowers at his feet as he bounded over them. Eyes like golden ore moved curiously over Petaldance before meeting the piebald serval's gaze. A small smile appeared on his lips, as he tried not to be too taken with her beauty. She was quite stunning, though - particularly her name and her jewelry. "Your name is lovely, as is your necklace." he complimented her lightly but sincerely before introducing himself. "I'm Forgotten Words of the Prophet Micah, but most just call me Micah. I'm the leader here. I'm happy to welcome you to SkyTribe."

    Amber eyes flashed with concern and apologetic surprise as the kitsune recoiled in shock, and Micah realized too late that his sudden appearance - his sudden shift from a dot on the horizon to creature just before Gray - must've been alarming. "I'm terribly sorry," the priest apologized at once, extending one white-splashed paw in an attempt to calm the Knight, "I didn't mean to startle you. Are you alright?" poor Gray! Micah felt terrible for scaring them. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Your Honor, and nicer still to hear of the name change. I'm sure your old friends will be glad to see you again. Would you like to come back to the castle? You must be wanting to rest your paws after your trip."

    Unfortunately, Gray was right - at least insofar that the first person to approach them did not recognize them. Thoughtful golden eyes skimmed over the Hyperian Knight as Micah teleported to stand before them, back a few paces so as not to crowd the unfamiliar kitsune. "Welcome, BlizzardClan friend." hummed the tuxedo Herald. "My name is Forgotten Words of the Prophet Micah, and I'm the leader here. Can I help you with anything? Is your Clan alright?" he, of course, was not aware of the recent developments in the sky-dwelling group, though perhaps he soon would be corrected.